Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 180 More Like a Demon than a Hero

The shining and moving flame exploded at the core of the tower, and the molten iron and magma fell on the shoulders of the imperial officers as they cooled.

But among those things, the small artificial intelligence core chip, which surpasses the understanding of human beings, is resistant to high temperatures and can handle countless things alone, is regarded as the treasure of the source of the soul, and it is also the AI ​​core of Pandora's box that is actively caught in scrap iron. Among them, it landed on Alan Baier's shoulder, and continuously sent out electrical signals.

Most of the iron objects were photographed by him. Afterwards, the smiling expression of the imperial officer looked at the iron man of the dark age at that moment, which revived the long and long memories in the electronic circuits of those guys who should not be afraid of anything.

At the end of the Iron Man War, those human heroes who committed suicide and attacked them in order to survive had such crazy expressions.

"The retreat protocol is activated!" After a brief handover of the processor commander, No.2 in the team, the iron man with two power fists as multiple weapons, got the command and issued such an order.

They served the Governor in order to find shelter under the plunder of the human empire. For thousands of years, they have been serving as the high-level bodyguards of the Mechanic Church at the top of the Divine Algorithm Tower. Countless flesh and blood fell in front of them, and there were even trials. Assassins of the Netherworld or of the Eldar Xenos.

But they don't necessarily have the emotion of fear. The reason why the iron people's inner thoughts are revived is also very simple. It is the result of the germination of the fear buried by the heroes of mankind 2 years ago.

Escape, this term is particularly absurd when used on artificial AI, but without the miraculous technology and means of replicating wills like the Necromancer's tomb center, at the end of this dark 40 years, the iron man who once threatened the galaxy is nothing but Cang Hai A grain of sand, not erased by time, just sinks in the dark.

Treading, those iron men leaving at an extremely fast speed and the void shields that have been cracked, covered with the shooting of the imperial guards and gradually losing their outer skin.

For the first time, Alan Bayer felt that his skin was completely burned, but the iron man was still strong, helping him resist most of the damage with the strongest breastplate.

But when the adamantine fragments burst out of the hot melt penetrated into his thigh, bright red liquid flowed out from the flesh and blood, and he was injured after a long absence.

A body of flesh and blood, unable to bear the weight, kneeling on the ground, life is so fragile but also so tenacious, it can perform countless heroic deeds, and it can also die from the most basic wounds, he sat on the ground, his thighs were like three mature The steak bleeds like blood.

"Hurry up, artificial skin, tonic, hemostatic agent, hurry up!" The sergeant shouted anxiously, the Leitlin man looked worried, Alan Baier just stood up dizzily, the blood from the wound on his body wet the military uniform, Bloodstained, and the hot melted iron skin fell on his helmet and shoulders, looking like a legendary demon.

"It's okay, I'm okay, go in through the pipe." Alan Bayer took the tonic, and inserted it directly into his own blood vessel accurately and crazily. The stimulant and madness allowed him to move forward slowly.

He doesn't want his companions to help him, he doesn't want help, he just talks. "Those iron men are going to report, hurry up, hurry up."

They must race against the clock, and the enemy may have realized that they are coming and going through the pipes, so it is too easy to block them.

The time has not yet come...

He needs to wait, and those things that have not been settled still need to be cleared by war. In this void where the chaos gods are rampant, the winner does not necessarily need to be strong, only loyal.

The God of Myriad Opportunities is nothing more than a waste that sold his soul. When the illusion brought about by the tonic filled his body, the lieutenant colonel stood up straight. "Ha...quick."

He took the lead and climbed into the pipeline. The dark place should not have been the path passed by the Imperial Guards. If they want to take back their dignity and victory, they need to be patient.

Dark, smelly, and cold metal pipes, the Leitlin people re-recognized their homeland, and this place is like hell. He squeezed through the crowd and led the team on his own initiative. In his cruel and broken but still loyal heart.

He took the initiative to speak. "We go out from the drain, there is no place to intercept us, the whole process is underground and away from the vent, and there is too little water in this world, the design of the drain is more for decoration and to deal with special circumstances, Most of the sewage will be purified, and the excrement will be made into food, resulting in a clean place, and its outlet will lead directly to the wilderness, and we will be safe there."

Alan Baier asked, clutching his burnt wound. "Then how do you determine the situation there? It's normal if it's blocked by debris."

"I don't know, no one knows, that kind of unnecessary place is indeed not investigated and maintained, but I believe that it is our best retreat place."

"The water pipes constructed on the slope can allow us to slide down. We only need to pay attention to controlling the falling speed. We can reach the city within a few hours." The Sterling man smiled wildly, and the soldiers of the Imperial Guard had to admit it.

"This is really a terrible amusement park, a summer water park?"

"Hahaha...Thank you for thinking it out." Alan Bayer looked at the sergeant.

"How about it, is it a gamble or..."

The sergeant answered immediately. "Bet, forest warriors are not afraid of the enemy, and don't miss opportunities, sir."

"Then, let's let this paradise open and have fun." Alan Bayer kept moving forward while holding on to the wall of the pipe, and the Leitlin people also accelerated.

The restless smell of promethium and the slowly shaking inside of the building told them that the Mechanicum was in action, and those demons made of metal were hunting down this group of ignorant flesh and blood, and wanted to sacrifice their souls and flesh to their machine of opportunity. god.

When the imperial guards grazed the vents of those narrow ducts like mice, they had to hold their breath, be vigilant, and quietly watch the movements of the mechanical servants who were exploring everywhere. When the detectors for detection came in, Kata Chang had to risk his life to catch the detector servant, ruthlessly tear off its arm, and smash its monitor to delay time.

The next step is to weave and duck like a mouse, changing course so that the enemy can't guess their target.

Alan Baier only felt that their luck had run out. This happened three or four times during the short distance of several thousand meters, which greatly delayed their speed, and the enemy even guessed their position a few times. , and started shooting at the wall, the projectile grazed his helmet and nearly wounded him again.

There are many enemies and few enemies on the road, but the Imperial Guard still feels that it is so humiliating to be forced by this group of scientific researchers. If they have the opportunity to shoot another bullet at the enemy and kill a few more people, they must be willing to do it .

At the end of the journey, a soldier of the Imperial Guard asked after many experiences. "Is this the thing?" The sergeant took the light source and illuminated the dark place in front of him like a glideslope. This is a huge and terrifying slope with no escape route at all.

"It's your mother's tunnel. It's black and smelly." The size of the pipe can accommodate up to one person, and the walls of the pipe are very slippery. The underground protects the water here from drying up, making the escape plan even more difficult.

The non-commissioned officer had no choice, and the Raitlin asked him mockingly. "Sir, are you afraid?"

"No, Catachan's fighters won't be afraid, I'll land first." He used his thighs to prop against the wall, and his arms to confirm the slowdown, with a light source in his mouth, looking forward.

The smell of fermented plants, slightly alcoholic and sweet, is more rotten and dead, making Catachans feel as if they have returned to their hometown, and the annoying moss-like plants on the wet and sticky pipe walls are more It caused a lot of trouble to the Imperial Guard.

Whoosh, whoosh, the moss on the wall of the pipe was scraped off by military boots, leaving behind the two white marks and the sound of metal clashing.

"Bastard, slipping too fast!" the Sterling man yelled, but the speed was hard to slow down, and he could only immediately dive into the pipe and take out his lanyard.

"It can't be so fast! This is a semi-abandoned pipeline, there may be obstacles!" He stuck the rope on the platform at the entrance of the pipeline, and quickly descended, so his speed could be faster than the non-commissioned officer's landing, watching the non-commissioned officer send out light, he kept shouting.

The sergeant also replied. "I want to stop, but the pipes are too wet!"

"Damn it..." the Sterling man cursed, and saw something faint under the light below. "There is something!"

The sergeant lowered his head and saw the thing under the faint light. It was horizontal, a gleaming piece of scrap iron, and the sharp blade protruded. If it fell at his current speed, his body would definitely be pierced!
"Emperor!"

He thought about dying because of the enemy, or losing in the war, the worst case is being captured, being played to death by aliens or heretics in humiliation, but the slippery pipe...

He produced a Catachan long knife. "I'm not going to die!" The sharp blade was inserted into the pipe, and the sizzling, cracking firework slowed down his descent a little, but the wet moss on his fingers made it impossible for him to grab too deadly.

"Oops..." The finger gradually slipped off, let go, and continued to fall!And when the sergeant had to admit that he was reckless, the long rope fell down and circled him, just like the picture in Raiders of the Lost Ark, hanging him in the air.

And the owner of the rope loosened the rope, his hairy fingers didn't work in the pipes, as a recruit, he did too well, but he was too reckless, but in the Skadi, so There are indeed many characters.

"Ah! The Emperor!" The situation changed, and now those who save people will be rescued. This dark and dangerous pipeline is like a thing that is hungry for blood and eats people at will.

At the moment when he was going to be unlucky, Sterling somewhat regretted walking out of the gentle zone, but the light from the burst of melta made him unforgettable for a long time. He did not regret shooting, because he was from Raitling, he only felt that he had walked out So flippant, should get more good stuff.

"Ha..." The sharp metal was getting closer and closer, and he clung to the wall with all his strength. Although the speed of his descent was reduced due to his light weight, he still couldn't stop completely.

"It's over..." He was desperate, but suddenly a beam of light shot into the narrow, dark tube, as bright and shining as the first time he saw the Imperial Guard in the battle of the Tower of Fortune.

"What!?" The intense light was enough to blind his eyes that had never seen a star, and the intense heat made him feel crazy, the metal turned into lava, and fell with the pipe, so he gained space and slowed down his speed. slow.

"Ha... Emperor bless..." He raised his head and looked at the person who saved him, the lieutenant colonel. At this moment, Alan Bayer inserted the Katachang blade into the pipe with his right hand to stabilize his body, slowing down the landing speed, and took out the hot melt mode with his left hand The relic pistol.

"Boy, don't be too impulsive. Everyone pay attention to descending, leaning against the wall and sliding down slowly."

"There's no time to play games, hurry up, hurry up." He seemed a little cold, but this is what he had to do if he wanted to survive in this era. Calmness meant the destruction of humanity and survival.

The Sterling gasped heavily, watching the sergeant hand over his rope, and the Skadi descended slowly and methodically. The dark pipeline seemed to have no end, and there were constant scary things and chaotic sundries.

"The road is fairly normal..." The Raitlin calculated how far he had to go to reach his goal, and that was his responsibility. "There are still 2 kilometers left, about half an hour at the current speed."

"Very good, we're going to escape soon." Alan Bayer said, a lot of blood spilled from his chest because of the rescue operation, but he concentrated on looking at the timer he was carrying.

asked the sergeant. "Boss, what are you doing with this thing?"

Alan Bair just said. "This is part of the operation. If there is no accident, we will not need this."

The Raitlin laughed. "No, the exit is ahead!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the thick metal limbs plunged into the ground in an instant, cutting off the pipe, violent vibrations and scattered parts kept flying.

"Oops! It's the mechanical arm used in the factory? How does the enemy know!?" The sergeant cursed, and then took out the hot melt to break the long arm, but their path was completely blocked.

"Up! Climb out of the pipeline along the arm. We have been discovered. We can't come here again, and we will be shot!" Alan Baier ordered, and led the Skadi people to keep going up, watching the servants in the metal gap lift up weapon, shoots upwards at the Skadi soldier, then is smashed in the head by his precise strike, falling through the gap between the metal arm and the ground.

When the Skadi crawled back to the ground, the Ratlin covered his eyes, and he felt the sun for the first time. Is it such a bright, hot thing?

But the surface was just like what he thought, it was not the troops that greeted them, but a large number of machine servants garrisoned near the Divine Algorithm Tower, tens of thousands of people, relying on automatic guns and bunkers, trenches and equipment, staring at them.

The Skadi kept shooting, dodging, and hiding next to only half of the engineering equipment, while Alan Baier just looked at the timer in his hand, the wound on his body burst due to violent activities, and his body was wet with blood.

"It's time!" He smiled and looked at those oil guys like a devil. With just one expression, the members of the Mechanic Church couldn't help but hide in the bunker, because the Mechanic Cult was scared out of their wits by these lunatics!

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